He was not an arm's length from me.

That was enough for me; and I stepped back again and mounted my horse once more.

The fellow who had let me through looked at me over his shoulder once or twice, but said nothing; for he had my guinea; and, as for myself I sat content, though my eyes pricked with tears, for I had had the last blessing (or very nearly) which that martyr of God would ever give in this world.
* * * * * When they were all ready, and the five were bound on the sleds, with their beads to the horses' heels, I looked to see how I could best follow; and it appeared to me that it was best for me to keep close at the tail, rather than to attempt to go before.

When the word was given, the whips cracked, and the sled nearest me, with Mr.Whitbread and Mr.
Harcourt upon it, began to move.

Then came Mr.Turner and Mr.Gavan, and last Mr.Fenwick all by himself.